BLUE SUN ROOM FAN FICTION - ROMANCE

WHOSTHATGIRL

Child of a Preacher Man - PG-15
Friday, January 26, 2007

The only one who could ever teach him was the child of a preacher man.
Sequel to 'You Gotta Sin to Get Saved.'
Belongs to somebody not me. Blah blah blah, yackety schmackety.
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CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 1733    RATING: 9    SERIES: FIREFLY

Inara could hardly control her laughter. "A preacher's daughter? You lost your virginity to a preacher's daughter??"

Mal was turning a delicate shade of pink. "Yep. Lil' Becky Wilkinson. Apple of Preacher Wilkinson's eye, she was. Though come to think of it, not all of her was quite so little..."

Inara promptly swatted him with a pillow.

"Hey now! Wasn't my fault! Girl had way more experience than her 15 years shoulda given her. What's a fella to do, when presented with that sorta sin?"

Inara rolled her eyes. "That does present a moral dilemma indeed," she noted in a dry tone.

"Surely does. Especially when the fella in question is all of 15 himself with less experience than the gal."

"Well I'm sure her father didn't see it that way."

Mal rolled over and started gently nibbling on the closest shoulder Inara presented. "Hell, he couldn't see anything beyond his sweet lil' angel of a daughter. Had no idea what a hellcat she was. Scratched up my back something fierce. Still got the scars, I think." He grinned mischievously. "Wanna see?"

"Pass, thank you."

Mal started working his way down from her shoulder. "Know what she told me?"

"Aside from the fact that her father was going to be furious if he found out?" Inara was starting to squirm a bit as his breath tickled between her breasts.

"She told me that ya gotta sin to get saved."

"And you accused me of using feminine wiles on you..."

Mal's tongue was moving toward her bellybutton. "Darlin', I assure you that if you'd used your wiles on a 15-year-old me, I woulda been sent straight to the ninth level of that Special Hell."

Inara was having some difficulty forming a coherent sentence, as Mal's teeth were now gently nibbling on her left hipbone. "And now?"

"I'd prolly get there eventually. But by a more scenic route." He stopped to consider the sight of her laid out before him like a feast. "Scenic route much more fun anyway."

COMMENTS

Friday, January 26, 2007 9:04 PM

AMDOBELL


Adored this, and yes I can imagine making Mal blush but at least in this story they are together and seemingly comfortably so which is lovely. I like Mal almost driving her speechless. Oh yeah, he seems to have picked up a wile or two along the way! Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me

Saturday, January 27, 2007 8:56 AM

GIRLFAN


>Inara was having some difficulty forming a coherent sentence,

Gahhhhhh. Me too.

Saturday, January 27, 2007 11:38 AM

BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER


Yep...now this is just all kinds of right;D

BEB

Saturday, January 27, 2007 2:26 PM

EMPIREX


Nice, as always, WTG! I loved it!

Saturday, January 27, 2007 9:18 PM

TAMSIBLING


Perfect! I think the idea of Mal losing his virginity to a preacher's daughter is absolutely right. I'm sure he would have been very charming and a bit shy and just the sort of boy a girl who was a bit shy herself would find attractive.

Oh, I'm sorry ... was I just projecting? LOL

Perfect WTG!


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